Smelly Fox

Too soon empty bellies began to overcome the group, a chance for Fox to show prowess, his style that never failed.

Immigrant Night

Throw me out into the immigrant night. Lost and futile – I am his. Bygone and vagrant – I am his. Fractured, hesitant, derelict – I am his. Where is Paris? Where is Rome? –

Rudderless World

To my left side lies a hip flask, half full of a hellish osculation, to my right, a lighter; inside lies a fear, an anger, a great passion, one I never knew I could possibly possess

When We Dance

When we dance it will last all night. They will retune the violins, retighten the drums, the trumpets of love will be repolished, all bridges, behind, will be demolished, when we dance.

the pusillanimous parent

“Well, if you told me you were drowning/I would not lend a hand/I've seen your face before my friend/But I don't know if you know who I am” -Phil Collins

deface away

have you heard the story of the man who has roamed for 5 years living off the likes of the self-righteous mor(ons)mons in salt lake city, utah?

when things bad happen good to sentences

postulated by the way out & through the hand clapping at once on its own but the forest in the tree when it fell & the child one left shouting parent at when it

Hafren* Forest and the Source of the Severn

Babbling brook and tumbling river, damp decaying needles cover soggy, spongey forest floor, mossy clumps, tree trunks, tree stumps, sodden banks of greenery, quiet, placid scenery:

Flew, a Sea Gull

By now other members of the clan have assembled and he wishes he could show them his prowess
Cherry

Sherif - January 29, 2011

This is my turf, my school bus routes, my cruising with friends, smoking hash and eating greasy shawerma. My family lunches at the Car Club, my tailor fitting me for my first suit. This is my home.

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